SHAVETUH MANTU

Defected

After escorting Dhanu to the courtyard of the house, Nanang looked at the paper in his hand, then at Rinjani who narrowed her eyes against the noon sun he shook heavily as if describing the situation.

“We have to get there directly!”

Rinjani prevents Nanang from leaving by holding onto her shirt. “What is it?”

“Only request for help and warning. Pandu is still fine there. Believe!”

“Which I may believe!” sahut Rinjani is half sour. “His attendant is only camping at camping ground, he even contemplates asceticism and marriage with an angel. Young, tole. Your fate is even more extreme after all.” complained Rinjani then squeezed jasmine flowers embedded nearby.

Nanang cleared his throat, “Rather than you remes-remes so, mending in the pick and take it to the place of Pandu later!”

Rinjani menggelos, with kemronungsung he entered into his son's room. Then look at the photos of her smiling son charming.

“Kalo classy your father who is cuek duck and annoying just loved by many women, let alone you Le who is friendly and your good looks exceed your father.” Rinjani grunting. Remembering husband. “Mommy will definitely pick you up, you don't mess with that angel, mess with the business!”

Pandu blinked his eyes while closing his eyes tightly. The back of Dewi Laya Bajramaya's body is white and without a prominent spine is clearly visible in her eyes. Wet by the flower water that is flush to his body.

How did he get out of here? Ki Pawiro, Genta?

In the cramped confinement and smelled of klobot cigarettes without food and drink. Fuss barrel. Hungrier. His street events that he should have thought were fun turned into chaos.

“Ki Pawiro just shut up anyway?” Laras Protest. “Let's take us home. Kasian Pandu.”

“My true place is here.” muttered Ki Pawiro.

The clapper jerked its head to the side, half forgetting the first impression in brackets in other dimensions by the power that made its energy vanish. He cannot redeem the inner eye of Pandu.

“What does Ki Pawiro mean?” asked Genta in a cold voice. “Did Ki deliberately trap Pandu to be imprisoned in Ki Pawiro's place?” he spoke with an adult male voice, angry.

Ki Pawiro who sat cross-legged like a hermit opened his eyes. Genta.

“You better keep your strength until reinforcements come! The key is in Pandu.”

There's silence. Then Genta shook the iron trellis with all his might until the guard soldiers came to him.

“Shut!” he said while pointing the spear.

With ngeyel, Genta still makes a rowdy confinement to arouse the curiosity of other prisoners. “Give us a meal or let us go. We won't run away, our master is still stuck in the angel room!” the thrill is undaunted.

The two guard soldiers whose stature resembled Ki Pawiro and costume were almost the same nodded. They showed his permission by opening the cage. A hand swing and spear point intercepted Laras' run from the cage.

“Cannot get out of the fence of the house, and must not disturb your master and the Goddess!”

A smart, sexy, and full of nodding sensations. He reached the hand of Baras. There was sharpness in the voice when advising him.

“Nort! Or you will perish here.”

The hundred-year-old Laras turned his eyes because he should be older than Genta from the date of his death. It's just that his unnatural dead age which is classified as younger than Genta makes him trapped in the body of a concerned little boy. Tangled hair, soft eyes, and a bowed body.

“Ki Pawiro not coming?” ask Laras.

“I'm trying to redeem the wall dimension.”

Genta pulled Laras to follow the guard soldiers out of the room that was not in the light at all. They were taken to a corridor. The atmosphere was quiet as if the villagers were still in the fields.

Laughing quietly even though there is no sunlight there. Genta and Laras sat there watching the surroundings. Horse carriage seliweran, Baras termangu.

“Satisfaction is like my life used to be!”

Laras looked at the separate building behind the main building which was formed like a small temple of red bricks.

“At the most he's dizzy!”

In the room, Pandu turned his back to Dewi Laya Bajramaya who was dressed while kicking the song melodiously. Fragrances that never receded from the room made Pandu cough.

“Available?” Dewi Laya Bajramaya stroked the back of Pandu who slept on the floor with a rattan mat.

Pandu goosebumps, without trying to see the angel, his hands stretched out backwards, trying to pull his hand away.

“Patriate me to mom. I intend to come here only ascetic, not married, let alone come at the event ngunduh your family's ghost!”

“Alah, legion.” The angel was struggling on Pandu's back, holding him from behind while his head was above Pandu's head.

Pandu's body immediately goosebumps. His heart almost collapsed, so his pulse was very long.

“But you came to fulfill my family's call. That's right, you're a smart kid, Pandu!”

“I you cheated!” sergeant Pandu. His hand tried to get rid of the hair of the angel from hitting his face was a gap in his chest that wrapped his breathing.

“I have no interest in being your husband, I am a normal human being! So release me.”

“Alah kakang..” Dewi Laya Bajramaya sulked, she loosened her arms but still her side stuck to the body of Pandu who curled up “I do lure you to come by utilizing your sadness. Proven you are easily fooled.”

“Licik!”

Dewi Laya Bajramaya laughed lazily. “Since you were born your mother and your father said you are very special, I waited for you patiently.”

Dewi Laya Bajramaya patted Pandu's shoulder lightly. “Ki Pawiro defect.”

“Pamong my father didn't defect, Ki Pawiro couldn't possibly betray himself. He has sworn!” exclaim Pandu while getting up. He ventured to look at Dewi Laya Bajramaya who was lying down, again her beauty made Pandu grunt.

“I won't believe you.”

Dewi Laya Bajramaya retorted against Pandu's gaze. The color of his face disappeared. “So you don't want to acknowledge me as your wife. Am I less beautiful?”

Pandu clenched his hands then sucked backwards when the face and shape of growing Goddess Laya Bajramaya suddenly changed so flexibly. And he transformed into the figure of Aisyah ayu, black-eyed, slender growing, shady face and pleasant sweet smile.

“You want me like this? Aisyah Rani?”

Pandu hesitated, before he could answer, he swallowed his saliva and turned his face away.

“Aisyah will not bother me, Aisyah the good girl Pak Kyai's son. Different with you!”

Dewi Laya Bajramaya bent her body and crawled towards Pandu. In that speed, Pandu could go nowhere other than just being glued to a corner on the wall.

The face of Goddess Laya Bajramaya approached, she sniffed the scent of Pandu and absorbed the energy coming out of her body out of fear.

“You are very delicious, Pandu.” The tongue of Dewi Laya Bajramaya licked the cheek of Pandu and then scooped his face. Eyes glare. His nails stuck in his skin.

“Accept me or I will act rude?”

Pandu spat on the face of the angel with a trembling body. The goddess flinched then dragged Pandu's body into her bed an ugly grin.

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